The tears run down my cheek
I bite my lip to hold it back
But bravery and courage is something I lack
by and by goes the time
A kiss goodnight
In the mist of a dream
My mind is burning bright
Floating in a stream
The tree shakes from the early breeze of November.
The roots turn their way toward the surface reaching out to the sun.
Taking hold of all the water it can before winter comes.
Absorbing the warm air before the cold takes over like a virus sucking away your life, before you could even say goodbye.